Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage-Chapter 383 - : This Arm... It’s So Damn Big!

Originally, Orson had planned to lure the Golden Dragons into his trap, taking them down one by one. But he never expected the entire dragon group to appear instead.

Orson remained calm, standing still as the storm raged around him. He showed no signs of panic despite the dramatic turn of events.

After a moment, Orson looked up toward the Golden Dragon King in the distance and said, "Anyone else want to join him in death?"

His calm demeanor stunned the dragons. Tyler sneered and said, "You dare act so arrogant when death is upon you? Imperial heretic, die!"

"Dragon Knight Tactic: Divine Extermination!" Tyler shouted angrily. His dragon spear turned bright gold, and a terrifying wave of battle aura shot out for dozens of meters, aiming straight at Orson.

Orson remained unmoved, raising his hand casually. His title changed above his head...

"Tyler, stop!" Dragon King Soros urgently ordered, causing Tyler and the other Golden Dragon nobles to freeze in place.

A magnificent silver title appeared above Orson—Time-Limited [Elf Supreme - Divine Messenger]!

This special title came from the invitation letter from the Elf Prince.

Effect: During the title's duration, Infamy is reset, and Empire soldiers/nobles are unable to attack you. Any attack will trigger a backlash from the [Elf and Light Dragon Empire] contract.

"Don't like what you see?" Orson smiled mockingly at Tyler and the others. "Do you want to challenge the authority of the Elf Supreme? Or perhaps start a war between the Elf Clan and the Light Dragon Empire?"

One of the Dragon Knights, an elder of Tyler's, frowned and shook his head. "Adventurer, you represent the will of the Light Elf King. Naturally, we have no intention of starting a war."

At this, all the Dragon Knights from The Golden House, except for Tyler, reluctantly landed.

Tyler looked shocked for a moment, then his face twisted with hatred. "Hmph, even if the contract is broken, what will you do? Die!"

Orson was puzzled. This young, hot-headed kid didn't understand much. The so-called "contract" was essentially the same as a magic contract, a law of the Infinite Dimensions world.

This wasn't something that could be avoided by killing someone or silencing them. Violating it would bring severe magical backlash, like the soul torment placed on the servant side of a master-servant contract.

"You young ones from The Golden House want to seek death?" an old voice rang out.

A spatial crack appeared in the air, and a massive creature, covered in sharp, crystalline purple scales, emerged.

Purple-Gold Dragon King, Daloré!

The terrifying dragon's aura knocked Tyler right off his dragon.

Daloré, a towering dragon, was surrounded by fearsome purple crystal spires, and when his dark-purple dragon eyes opened, the ground trembled.

Dragon Curse: Crystal Mountain!

Tyler screamed as a purple crystal shot up from the ground.

Time-Limited Seal!

A purple light surged up, casting a faint glow that enveloped Tyler's entire body and sealed him inside a purple crystal cage.

Daloré: "I have been an old friend of the Light Elf King for millennia. How dare you, a mere human, desecrate our pact?"

Velorith: "The Golden House has grown too arrogant. It's time to teach them a lesson."

Orson found this amusing. The Dragon King was directly reprimanding The Golden House in front of Soros, clearly slapping the old lizard's face.

However, Soros didn't respond, and only Seberk growled in dissatisfaction at Daloré.

Daloré's black-purple dragon eyes fixed on Orson. "Adventurer, I will not bully you. Since you killed the Golden Dragon, you shall die a thousand deaths to be redeemed."

Velorith: "A thousand deaths? Let him surrender that serpent dragon. I want to sever its head and offer it to our ancestors!"

Soros: "Yes, hand over the Death God Dragon Clan's offspring, and we might consider granting you a quick death!"

Orson observed the three Dragon Kings snarling and arguing above him and thought, "The contract can restrict Empire NPCs but not the dragons. These old geezers are stalling, hoping I'll hand over Crimson Lizard King?"

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They all knew that adventurers revive after death, but battle pets don't. Once they die, they are gone for good.

As long as Orson didn't summon Crimson Lizard King from the Battle Space, they couldn't kill it.

Seeing that the three Dragon Kings were wasting time with him over Crimson Lizard King, Orson grew more intrigued by the Death God Dragon Clan.

The Death God Dragon Clan once feasted on dragons, so there must be a massive blood debt between them. Who knows what kind of sins Crimson Lizard King's ancestors committed, even causing the Dragon Kings to want to skin their descendants alive.

Orson raised an eyebrow and said playfully, "Give up my pet? Three dead dragon corpses—what use would I have for my pet?"

"You're a funny little thing. I don't mind signing a master-servant contract with you, and you'll be my lifelong pet. How about it?"

Lightning Dragon King Velorith laughed, standing in the thunderstorm, her form shifting into that of a beautiful purple-clad noblewoman with an alluring figure.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in an old chest that's been around for over a thousand years."

Orson smiled in response, but inwardly, his guard was up.

Even though Velorith was a female dragon, she was the most aggressive and volatile of the three Dragon Kings. Her casting speed was like lightning, and her destructive power was second to none—unlike Soros or Daloré.

"You dare call me old!?" Velorith roared, her fury palpable.

"Isn't it true?" Orson shrugged innocently. He had only spoken the truth, but apparently, age was every woman's greatest taboo.

The thunderclouds roiled above, and Velorith's eyes flashed with lightning. She raised her hand, gathering a bolt of lightning into a blade.

"You're too arrogant, Dragon Slayer! My dragon race is the ruler of this world, and you are just an ant!"

Soros snorted, and the eight Golden Dragons roared in unison. The sky was illuminated by eight golden suns, blinding all who looked!

Seberk: "Dragon Slayer, face your doom!"

In an instant, the dragon's aura engulfed the area, and Seberk led the charge, rushing at Orson at full speed.

Orson seemed to be about to be obliterated by this overwhelming magic, but he suddenly turned toward a large black stone not far away and shouted, "Old bastard, stop pretending, I know this terrain better than you."

"Gah, not bad, my good disciple, I truly have an eye for talent," a strange laughing voice responded.

Then came a series of unintelligible incantations: "Witch—Deity—Fertile Land—Rebirth Spell: Immortal Titan!"

A huge chaotic hexagram unfolded, with the Mother of Chaos' phantom floating inside!

Suddenly, a giant hand shot up from the ground, reaching into the sky and grabbing Seberk's throat!

Orson's eyelid twitched—this arm... was way too damn big!

"This is impossible…" Seberk screamed in terror as the massive Golden Dragon body was gripped, as if it were no more than a tiny snake!